"D-Don't enter!"
Despite her plea and the mana she blasted against the door to keep it shut, it creaked open, unaffected by her resistance.
Adam felt the wood grow heavier, sprouting stakes that splintered the ground to stop him, as sharp like a thousand needle thorns tried to pierce his palm. They reeked of mustiness, coated with lethal toxins that could put even a towering beast to sleep in a matter of seconds. But not him.
He clenched his fist, crushing the needles that couldn't pierce his skin. Slightly off, crunching noises echoed. But he dismissed them to focus on the door. Met with his unparalleled strength, the stakes gouged the floor with unsettling rattles.
The witch's voice reverberated in pleas, excuses, and threats—all diversions he ignored. Instead, his right hand blurred to swat the wooden darts whistling towards his face while his feet stomped on emerging spikes, shattering them like powerless branches.
